This time, the driver used all his strength, showing no mercy.
The office chair, carrying the sound of the wind, headed straight for Chen Feng's head.
If it hit, his head would definitely burst open instantly.
However, Chen Feng remained standing still.
He just watched the chair about to smash on his head, not moving an inch, without any intention to dodge.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yating slightly frowned her delicate eyebrows.
Even though she knew about Chen Feng's abilities, in such a dangerous situation, her heart still couldn't help but worry for him.
Just when the office chair was about to hit Chen Feng's head, missing by just two or three centimeters,
the chair suddenly stopped.
No matter how hard the driver tried, the chair just wouldn't fall.
It wasn't just stuck; it didn't move at all, as if it was welded in mid-air.
"Hmm?"
The driver furrowed his eyebrows and immediately turned to look at the chair.
When he saw it, he was completely stunned.
